CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

Over it | Chris Evans x Reader

"I'm just sick of you still being with her! Yes, you guys are married and share a house together but, you have to understand I can't help but feel jealous. You don't even talk about us to anyone, it feels like you're ashamed of us. You always use the excuse of us being in an 'illegal' relationship but I'm 22, I have the age of consent! It's my last year in college. It's been a year, Chris, I need to be with you more often than in between and after classes. We should be going on dates, road trips, sharing an apartment, have a dog together. I just want to be able to love you, love you without limits." Tears rolled down your flushed cheeks as you sobbed out your feelings to your Uni History Professor. He sat at his desk, elbows on his knees, glasses at the tip of his nose and his hands clasped together as he listened to you intentively. You wiped your tears repeatedly with the sleeve of your knitted sweater. You were standing in front of his desk, in complete distress. "I know it's hard to let go of the life you had with her, but I'm graduating next week and if nothing changes, I'm sorry but I can't keep putting myself in a position where I'm letting myself get played. I know it was wrong to fall for a married man, but you took off your ring when you were with me. That means I'm not the only one who is faulty here." You sucked in a deep breath and stared into his eyes. You read nothing, he was expressionless, silent, unbothered. He was wearing the same expression as when you first started talking to him earlier. Nothing had changed for him. Everything you had expressed did not affect him what so ever. "Don't you have anything to say?" Your lip quivered. He shrugged his shoulders, his face now showed guilt. Pure guilt. 

A moment passed. The ticking of the clock hung above the entry door grew louder as you waited.

You slowly shook your head. "Bye Chris." You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and walked out without a word, leaving the door open. Your small heals clicked on the schools tile floors, the sound resonned throughout the hallways. 

'Go Tigers!' You read on the schools vibrant mural as you fast pacedly made your way through the school to go back to your appartement. You observed the red lockers as you went by, the millions of doors, the cork boards filled with papers and adverstisements, the fountains. You were going to miss this place, You had spent 4 years studying History.

 4 Years spent with Chris evreyday, slowly falling in love. His fingers gently grazing yours as he took your assingment, the subtle loving looks he'd give you in class while explaining Egyptian theory, when you'd come steal a kiss during inter-periods, when he'd write you little love notes on your tests. You couldn't help but associate this school with Chris which was unfortunate, considering there had been so many other joyful things that this school had in your memories. Your friends, the other teachers, the weekly Trivia nights and Improv games, the general mentality of the school.... This place was like home.  

You pushed the heavy doors open and tediously walked down the concrete steps. Wiping away another tear. You were so damed upset. How could you really have thought that Chris would throw away a thousands of dollars marriage and house for you. A young adult living in a shitty run down appartment in downtown Phillidelphia, who drives a 2009 honda civic with no air condition.

You arrived at your car, opening the door and getting in, throwing your shoulder bag in the backseat that was covered in fastfood bags. As soon as you closed the door, you bawled out crying. A stinging pain stabbed you in the chest, you were beyond hurt. He told you things about his wife that disgusted you, and he chose to stay? How could he? 

You were there for him when she left for two weeks for work purposes and cheated on him the whole time, even when his mom had died. You were there when she kept bugging him for a baby and he wasn't ready, you were there when he began to have panic attacks. You were his support system, you were the only one he could trust with showing his true side. 

"God fucking dammit-" You punched the steering wheel with a closed fist in anger. "Waste of fucking time!" You punched again, this time with more anger. 

You pressed you forehead to the wheel, wiping a few warm tears, and never ending snot. "Motherfucker." You gritted.

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You drove back home violently, going 40 over the limit, not caring what so ever. You were impatient to get home and throw away all the letters he had written you and gifts. 

You switched into your 5th gear, taking your foot off the clutch and flicking your blinker to by pass a slow car infront of you on the overpass. That is until a siren rang from behind you.

"Shit." 

You pulled over, turning off the car and wiping your tears away, somewhat fixing your smeared makeup before the officer got to your window. 

A middle aged man with short brown hair and suken round eyes arrived at your door. 

"Hello there." He spoke calmly. "Hi- Officer." You sniffed nervously. "License and registration please?" 

"Oh, yes, wait." You got out all of your information, presenting the documents to the Policeman. 

He momentairily observed them, handing them back to you. 

Sebastian Stan  displayed the name tag on his uniform

"Can you explain to me the reasoning of why you were driving to recklessly on a express lane?" He picked up a slightly more stern tone. 

There's no point in lying, You thought.

You took a deep breath, placing your hands on your thighs.

"I- have been seeing this guy for a year now and turns out he's still with his wife and doesn't plan on leaving her. I just want to get home and burn all of his things and get him out of my life. I thought he loved me." Tears welled in your eyes, as you avoided eye contact. 

"I'm sorry to hear that Miss, I can understand how that can be emotionally challenging at the moment. But do you think it's a responsible idea to drive in this current state?" He spoke softly, a Jersey Accent peaking through. 

"No, you're right- it isn't. It wasn't responsible of me to even think of driving like this, more so do it." You hung your head low in shame. "I'm sorry." You mumbled. 

"Hey- don't be sorry. These things happen more often than you think. Next time try to think about the other people on the road, you could've potentially caused an accident. Try to calm down before you get back on the road okay? You avoided a big fine today."

"You're not giving me a ticket?!" You gushed in surprise. "No I'm not, but this is your last chance okay? Don't do something like that again." He closed his note pad. 

"Oh my god thank you! I won't do it again." You cracked a smile for the first time today.

You got home feeling absolutely drained, it took all of your energy to put the key in the lock. Pushing the door open, you noticed the lights were on already. 

"Y/N."